#shiver's swap au

[sharpnshivers]

hi

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this is all jokes lol, I just find it funny how many ship children ink has 😭

cross by jakei

epic by Yugogeer012

ink by comyet

dream by joku

blue by popcornprince

error by CQ/lover of piggies

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world's most pathetic wet death god performs worst boom-kill to ever grace this earth, asked to leave the mystery labyrinth

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Deep Cut for the swaptoon au! They swap with each other because there’s no one else I can think of sadly.

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A Quick Summary

Deep Cut

Shiver Hohojiro/Agent 4(octoling, they/them): Takes the role of Callie/Agent 1. Uses a Splatana. Made Agent 4 of the Squidbeak Splatoon during the events of Octo Valley. Got captured and temporarily brainwashed during the events of Octo Canyon. CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE, IN ALTERNA

Frye Onaga/Agent 5(inkling, she/her): Takes the role of Marie/Agent 2.. Uses a Stringer. Made Agent 5 of the Squidbeak Splatoon during the events of Octo Valley. Rescued Shiver/Agent 4 during the events of Octo Canyon with the help of Agent 6. CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE, IN ALTERNA

Big Man(species unknown, he/him): Introduced in Octo Valley. Helps Agents 3, 4, and 5 fight off the brainwashed Octarians in 1, and helps override the speakers of the Emperor during the fights against him in Splatoon 1 and 2. Ended up joining Deep Cut after the battle against the Emperor in 1. Hasn't actually shown his face yet, only speaking to the Agents over radio. CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE, LOCATION UNKNOWN

Off The Hook

Pearl Houzuki(octoling, she/her): Normal role. Uses an Inkbrush. Was formerly an Octoweapon with "sonic amplification powers" known as 17839 that escaped after the events of Octo Valley. Was found by Marina on Mount Nantai, and was taken in by a loving single father after a bit. Apparently has a “lab-bro” who is assumed to be a fellow Octoweapon. CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE, ON TOUR.

Marina Ida (inkling, she/her): Normal role. Uses a Splatling. Was a huge tech geek in her youth. Was a key helper in getting Pearl to open up to Inkling society. Still maintains the chat rooms for the Agents. CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE, ON TOUR.

Cephalopunks

Callie(inkling, she/her): Takes the role of Shiver. Uses a Roller. Was given the title of Agent 1 by her grandfather in her youth, but has never acted against the brainwashed Octarians in combat. However, that doesn't mean she doesn't help them once they're free from the brainwashing. She's good friends with their band's head of security, after all...

Marie (inkling, she/her): Takes the role of Frye. Uses a Charger. Was given the title of Agent 2 by her grandfather, but like her cousin, prefers to focus on helping the formerly brainwashed rather than fighting the currently brainwashed. She's good at recognizing those with trauma, hence her concern for the third member of the Cephalopunks...

"Wasa-B" (octarian, he/him): Takes the role of Big Man. No one's ever seen what he looks like (save his bandmates) but Wasa-B is renowned for his impeccable skill at DJing. It's like he's been practicing for over half a century. Who knows? He apparently doesn't. Something messed with his memory recall, and every time he is asked about it, he goes silent before mumbling about "dark... can't think... clean...", and the other band members have to snap him out of his daze...

Non-Idols

Agent 3/Avery(inkling, he/him): Normal role. Non-verbal. CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE, IN ALTERNA

Senior Advisor Craig Cuttlefish(he/him): Normal role. He’s one of the most knowledgeable on the ongoing fight against the Octarian army, alongside Big Man. Though before the first fight against the Emperor in 1, he assumed Octavio was in control. He was wrong. CURRENT STATUS: UNKNOWN

Emperor Henrique Sequiera of the Manta Clan(manta ray, he/him): Takes the role of DJ Octavio. Scarred, strong, and secretly unsure about his role as leader. Has stolen the Great Zapfish twice, and has gotten his butt kicked for it both times. CURRENT STATUS: UNKNOWN

Fay Keon(presumed Octoling, they/them): Henrique’s seemingly loyal second in command. Seems to have something up their sleeve, but no one knows what they have planned. (Was secretly the one who created Pearl and her “lab-bro”.) Has no morals. CURRENT STATUS: UNKNOWN

Agent 6/Quinn(inkling, she/her): Takes the role of Agent 4. Has hyperlexia. CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE, IN ALTERNA (assists Neo 3)

Agent 8/DJ Dedf1sh/Ahato: Takes the role of Agent 8. Helped Craig Cuttlefish uncover the truth of the Deepsea Metro and defeat Commander Tartar. Still keeps in regular contact with Pearl and Marina. CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE, IN ALTERNA (assists Neo 3)

Neo Agent 3/Alex(octoling, he/him and she/her): Normal role. Autistic. Knows the Salmonid language, and insists that Iggy (Little Buddy) is the heir to a Salmonid empire. (Since apparently no one else on the NSS knows the Salmonid language, they cannot confirm nor deny the truth of this.) CURRENT STATUS: ALIVE, IN ALTERNA

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SMITTEN

Sirius x reader, 600 word

Authors notes: anyone else in end of year exam period? Screaming crying throwing up D:< anyways here is a fic inspired by that.

Summary: you have some assignments that NEED to be finished, but it seems Sirius has other plans.

Cw: modern au (still at Hogwarts but they have phones and social media), kissing, making out, swapping saliva, sirius feels up reader. Horny but not smut. One swear word.

School projects. The bane of any self-respecting persons existence, forcing you to sit at your desk learning about some brain numbing, boring subject for hours on end, only to get judged by a teacher on some ridiculous and arbitrary scale. Well, at least that’s what Sirius thinks. So he avoids them wherever possible, usually preferring a painstakingly long detention session instead.

But unlike Sirius, you actually attempt these arduous tasks and want to do (somewhat) well at them. So here you are, on a random Tuesday night writing an essay on the benefits of honking daffodils, trying desperately not to fall asleep amidst your exhaustion. You’re at your desk, the room barren of any life as everyone is out in the common room except Sirius, who has refused to leave your side and is now laying lazily on your bed. He’s stubborn, you can give him that.

The words on the page drift away, faltering in your consciousness as the resilient noise of Sirius’ phone overpowers you. He’s watching some dumb video on motorbikes, the revving of the obnoxious engine somehow echoing across the walls of your skull. “Siri?” You mumble, eyes not leaving the page below you.

“Yes my love” he chirps, a smile growing on his face. Despite your apparent interest in your schoolwork, Sirius cannot help but wish he could possibly waver your attention. “Could you please turn that down?”

Well, that wasn’t what he hoped for. But anyways, he reluctantly agrees and turns it down a tad. You continue scribbling away, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A momentary loss, but Sirius knows not to give up that easily. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Sirius sprawled on your pillow, his raven hair shimmering in the dim light and his eyelashes fluttering softly through tired eyes. Merlin, he looks so pretty like that. You’d be naïve to not admit how totally smitten you are with him, easily getting lost in his gaze for hours on end. His voice, his smile, just everything about him is unavoidably distracting to you, bringing out a side of you never before seen or unveiled.

And now he’s committed the same crime all over again, as you’ve been sitting here for a full three minutes thinking about how hopelessly in love with him you are. You groan at this frustrating realisation, throwing your head back in exasperation. He turns his head towards you at the noise, selfishly hoping its one of surrender. “Everything alright darling?” He asks, mock worry on his tongue. Without a word, you stand up, sliding your feet over to him and falling on top of him like a log. Your lips intertwine in a lazy yet passionate display, saliva falling by gravity into his mouth without a care in the world about where this may lead. But you both know where this may go, his hands cupping your ass firm yet safe as his fails to conceal a smile under your touch.

“What happened to school?” He mumbles, the rumble of his throat against yours causing a sharp shiver down your spine. “Fuck school” you retort, now fully straddling his strong groin in an act of defiance. Something tells you the essay will have to wait.

[factual-fantasy]

🐙Octonauts Master post part 1🐙

⏺️= General Octonauts stuff

🟠= A post that has a part 2+ attached to it

👇👇Octonauts AUs👇👇

💀= Sea Dwellers AU 🤖 = Living Gups AU..? 👶= My little brother, Kwazii AU 🔀 = Swap AU

🔵= Octonauts asks

🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙

Hello! My name is Peso!

Ask post #1 (People want to see Octonauts..?)

Ask post #2 (Yall are great :}} )

The crew watches a horror movie

Ask post #3 (Horror movie post follow up)

Kwazii and Peso on the beach!

Captain giving Kwazii a hug..

Ask post #4

Kwazii swimming with Jellyfish!

Kwazii helping Captain battle his claustrophobia..

Screenshot redraw!

🤖Gup-A is mom

Ask post #5

"Sh-Shiver me whiskers.."

Peso is babey

IM OUT OF IDEAS (random text post)

Hugs all around!!

🎵Cuz yer hot then yer cold!🎵

Captain gives Peso a hug!

Captain protects his crew!

Captain and Kwazii hide from a blizzard

Captain got too hot.. :((

Peso and Captain play in the snow!

Captain misses Bianca..🥺

Captain and Peso in the shade at the beach

Octonauts memes part 1

Captain got too hot aftermath..

Ask post #6

Ask post #7 (talking about the Gup-D)

Bushy Barnacles :))

🤖Gup-D shenanigans

Shellington reading the Vegimals a bedtime story! :))

When Kwazii does the thing

Meet the Gups!

Kwazii eats ramen in a totally normal way

When Captain does the thing

Ask post #8

Ask post #9

He's dad shaped

Kwazii has a tendency to mimic the Captain

Weight difference

Kwazii doesn't like wearing suits <XD

Octonauts memes part 2

Kwazii gets a makeover!

Lonely Kwazii.. :((

What do you call a fish with no eyes?

What does claustrophobic mean?

Ask post #10

💀Kwazii's tall tales..

Comfort hug <:))

Ask post #11

Warning for the next comic

Crab comic part 1

This is a threat >:)

Captain visits Bianca!

🤖 Wake up Lieutenant, you're going to drown.

🤖Something's off about the Gup-A..

Crab comic part 2

Crab comic part 3

Crab comic part 4

💀The White Whale..

Ask post #12

If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image..

Ask post #13

Captain ‘bear’ing his teeth :)

🔀Captain Kwazii and Lieutenant Barnacles!

Octonauts AUs :00

That one spiderverse meme

Ask post #14

👶I've always wanted a baby brother!

👶Kwazii goes fishing!

Crab comic part 3.1/3 (sketch sneak peek)

Crab comic part 3.2/3 (Line art sneak peek)

Crab comic part 4

Ask post #15

Ask post #16

Tominnow admires Kwazii..

Ask post #17

I LIKE YOUR CUT G

Inkling doodle page!

Fatherly instinct XDD

Ask post #18

💀The Mermaid..

No matter what AU he's from, Barnacles always gives the best hugs!

Ask post #19

Ask post #20

👶Blep!

Ask post #21

Tweak redesign!

Inkling and Codish read a book!

Ask post #22

🐙Link to part 2 of the master post! :) 🐙

(Link back to pinned post/FAQ/Master post page)

[koji-haru]

Swap AU Part: 6

Michael had been flying over the garden for a while now in search of a certain human. The lake was devoid of the first man’s presence when he came down from Heaven. Of course, he waited at first, maybe Adam was just late or busy. Though as more time passed, his concern only grew. There was nothing dangerous in the garden, every animal and every plant were all safe for the humans, but at the same time, Adam had never missed their daily meetings. In fact, the human himself claimed it was what he most looked forward to everyday. So where was he? The last time he was delayed was when Lucifer had tried to talk to him…

The sound of soft chattering directed the angel’s attention towards a small river, secluded by an encompassing green forest. Michael flew down towards the sound. It could be Adam. Though as he got nearer, the voice sounded clearer, the pitch a bit higher, the tone more reserved. In front of him was the first man sitting by the river bank, his knees close to his chest and his expression a little uncomfortable and guarded, albeit willing to stay and listen to… Lilith, the first woman, as she made small talk in such a casual manner. 

“Adam, I’ve been looking for you,” Michael announced his presence as he walked towards the first man and kept an aloof eye on Lilith at the same time. “You weren’t by the lake.”

Adam gasped then looked up at the sky. The sun was at its peak, its intense rays shone brightly over the entire garden. “Oh, I’m so sorry Michael! I didn’t realise the time!”

“Oh, so you’re Adam’s new friend, Michael,” Lilith noted, her cheek resting on the palm of her hand as she observed the unfamiliar angel. The angel bore some resemblance to her chosen husband, Lucifer; sunny blonde hair and milky white skin, but that was all. This angel was taller, less wispy, and definitely not as amiable as Lucifer, if his freezing gaze towards her were any indication. Still, that didn’t dissolve Lilith’s relaxed demeanour, angels were not allowed to bring any harm to humans after all. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Lilith.”

The air of nonchalance that surrounded her, her confident gaze, her amused smile. Michael disliked all of it. The way she acted like she belonged wherever she pleased when she should be the last thing to approach Adam. “I know who you are, first woman,” Michael replied. “I’ve taken over Lucifer’s job as Adam’s guardian since the incident. I’m sure you’re well aware of it.”

“Uh uhm, Michael…” Adam looked at the angel with pleading eyes. The air around them had suddenly gone heavier, the tension crisp as it sent shivers to his spine. Why was this happening now? Just as he was about to fix things with Lilith!

The smile that graced Lilith’s face quickly faded at Michael’s words. The careless elegance upon her figure was replaced with stilled paleness as dread surfaced in her eyes. “Oh. I’m assuming Adam told you.”

Michael nodded, “Though you are saved from the consequences for now.” He pulled Adam closer to him, wings protectively wrapped around him. “You can thank Adam’s kindness for that.”

Lilith released a breath she hadn’t realised she was even holding. The stiffness that overtook her body washed away by relief from the words she just heard, though some unease lingered preventing her to assume the level of nonchalance she had prior. “I guess you’re right.” She turned her gaze towards Adam, her expression unreadable. “Thanks Adam, that was very kind of you.”

Everything seemed to be going wrong. Things were supposed to get better, not worse! Adam quickly pulled away from Michael and stood between the angel and the first woman in an effort to mend the situation. “Michael, Lilith and I were just patching up. Please be kind to her.”

Michael simply gave a blank stare. Did he hear that right? Adam was rebuilding his relationship with Lilith after everything she had done with Lucifer? Surprise and a bit of disappointment flashed in his eyes before he quickly regained his composure. “That’s good…I suppose,” he huffed. 

Adam kept his gaze on the angel, pleading and reprimanding at the same time forcing Michael to break contact as he shifted his gaze to a random tree. “I will be polite.”

That was better than nothing Adam supposed, though he did hope that everyone would get along better in the future. He turned to look at Lilith. She seemed a bit better now, some of the cool air than normally surrounded her coming back as her figure appeared to be relaxing slowly. That was a good sign. Adam released a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry about that Lilith.”

“That’s alright,” Lilith smiled. “I feel like we started off on the wrong foot.” She looked at the sour angel behind Adam. “Hi, I’m Lilith, the first woman and a friend of Adam.”

Michael sighed to himself. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do. To pretend to make friends with one of God’s traitorous creations. “I’m the archangel Michael, the sword of God and Adam’s current guardian.” He turned around, picked a direction and then started to slowly walk away. “Alright, let’s go Adam.”

“Ah- wait..!” Adam rushed back to his spot earlier near Lilith and picked up the small bag he left there before running after the angel.

“What’s with the rush?,” Lilith asked from her seat by the river bank.

“Oh, we’re just about to grab something for lunch,” answered Adam as he paused in his tracks.

“Ooh, can I join?”

“No,” Michael replied tersely as he stopped to look at the first woman.

Lilith settled comfortably on her seat, an amused smile gracing her lips. “Why not?”

Feeling the atmosphere become more awkward and tense again, Adam replied to Lilith before Michael could, “Maybe next time Lilith, sorry.” And with that the two left, leaving a clearly amused Lilith by the river bank.

—-

On the other side of the massive forest, far from the river bank where Lilith was, Michael and Adam picked forest berries by hand and placed them onto a small basket the angel had conjured for them to use. The heavy atmosphere from earlier was now replaced with the serenity of bird songs and the cooling shade of the forest foliage away from the heat of the midday sun. 

“Are you okay?,” Michael suddenly asked as he kept on picking berries.

Adam stopped to face the angel, head tilted to the side. “What do you mean?”

“From what I know the last time, you didn’t want to be even near her.” Michael placed the berries he picked into the basket before straightening himself up and returned Adam’s gaze. “If she’s forcing you to do things for her, then I can put a stop to that.”

“Nono, she wasn’t doing any of that,” Adam smiled, a small chuckle escaping his lips. His angel was such a worrywart. “We were genuinely trying to fix things between us. And while I still haven’t forgiven her or Lucifer, I do miss the way things were before…this,” he gestured randomly around him. “So I’m trying harder this time.” 

Michael hummed in response. He accepted Adam’s response, but couldn’t help but be a bit unsatisfied. Again, he thought that the first man was being too easy with those two, but he supposed he just had to respect his wishes no matter how much he disagreed with them. Kindness and patience was a virtue after all, though the human seemed to have too much of it. Michael released a sigh at his inability to really do anything at the current circumstances. He really didn’t like it. This feeling of uselessness. He was one of God’s mightiest angels, and yet here he was letting a fragile human deal with the troubles in the garden, that shouldn’t exist in the first place, while all he could really do was stand by and watch. 

Adam had gone back to picking berries when he heard Michael sigh and mumble something under his breath. A thought then struck his mind and he quickly got back up, a little panicked, and grabbed the angel by his shoulders, forcing him to look back at him.

“Ah! Of course that doesn’t mean I want you to leave!,” Adam quickly added. “You’re a change that I’m very happy to have permanently!”

Though Michael was confused and unsure of what caused the first man to react like that, he was also happy at what Adam had thought of him. The idea of being a permanent change in Adam’s life; to have carved and marked his spot forever in Adam’s heart. It all sounded…nice. “Then I’ll be sure to remain by your side for eternity,” he smiled with a fondness that came from deep within him. 

To have those crystal blue eyes look fondly at him and that tender smile that rarely appeared on his flawless face directed at him made Adam’s stomach feel odd. As if there was something small fluttering inside, like a bunch of tiny butterflies fluttering about unsure if where to go. With slightly shaky hands, Adam let go of the shorter angel, looking away from his bejewelled face. He could feel a slight warmth on his cheeks, and the need to simply hide away bubbled inside him as he fought to remain still. “I, uh, sorry…for shaking you like that,” he coughed into his palm in an attempt to hide his burning face.

“No need to apologise. It didn’t hurt me or anything,” Michael let out a small laugh. “Though, I must admit, it was a bit odd,” he added, amusement on his face as he watched Adam somehow turn redder. He wasn’t sure what was causing the man to become so bashful, but he quite liked it. He found him especially endearing like that. It suited him. That was how Michael thought things should be for Adam. To have simple worries only, and none of that Lilith and Lucifer thing. And he was glad to at least have that kind of effect on Adam.

Adam released a shaky breath, “W-well, those berries aren’t going to pick themselves!” And with that excuse, Adam ran off to a random direction away from the angel, bringing the basket full of berries with him. 

“Ah. He ran away,” Michael muttered to himself. He looked down at his hands full of berries. “And took the basket with him…”

Why did he run away? Adam really didn’t know why, but he simply felt like he had to, and before he knew it, his mouth made a silly excuse and his legs carried him away. At that moment, he felt like he was about to combust as if the butterflies inside of him just multiplied tenfold and were screaming for an escape out of him. And if he was about to explode, then at least he had the decency not to do it in front of Michael. 

…

Adam groaned into his hands. Why was he acting like this? Recently, he had been feeling a bit odd, like there was something inside of him. It was something akin to nausea, but also quite different. Was he ill? Did he eat something bad? He was sure there weren’t any bad things in the garden. The worse thing was that the feeling sometimes intensified whenever Michael got a little too close to him. Was that what was making him ill? Angelic presence? That didn’t make sense to Adam. He spent plenty of time with Lucifer before and he never got sick. Lilith was also still fine. Adam wondered and wondered, put all of his thought into this one thing, but came up with no answers. He was so confused.

After a few moments of regaining his composure and taming the butterflies inside of him, and much back and forth with himself, Adam finally returned to where he left Michael. The first man came back having picked precisely zero berries since he ran away, too busy being bewildered and worried about himself, while the angel had two new baskets beside himself filled to the brim with berries, way more than what Adam had. 

“Oh, welcome back,” Michael commented offhandedly, still busy picking berries despite most of the bushes and trees now devoid of said berries. 

“Um, I think we’ve gathered plenty enough for ourselves Michael.” Adam looked at the staggering amount of berries the angel had gathered, and then to the empty bushes around said angel. “Way too much.”

At that, Michael paused his activity and finally truly looked at his surroundings. Oh. Perhaps he got a little too engrossed. “Huh. Well, that’s less work for us to do tomorrow, I suppose.” 

“Yes, well, um, that’s good…” Adam fidgeted at his spot. He could feel the butterflies starting to flutter wildly in his stomach again, his hands were getting clammy by the second as he held the little leaf bag in his bag. “...actually, I’ve got something for you.”

Well that got the angel curious. Michael eyed the small bag that Adam had in a tight and guarded grip. “Really? What is it?” 

Adam nervously made his way towards the angel, one hand outstretched as he reluctantly handed over the small bag he was holding to Michael. “I just wanted to thank you for the beautiful lyre you gifted me,” Adam said, his cheeks turning slightly pink. “I hope you like it.”

The bag felt light in Michael’s hand, almost weightless. Slowly, he opened it, revealing its contents to himself. Inside was a carefully handcrafted bracelet decorated with various glistening stones, such as sapphires, aquamarines and lazurites, and seashells of varying shapes and sizes painted white, light blue and a deep ocean blue, all held by a silky golden fibre. The care and thought put into the small gift evident by the intricacies etched into the pieces that completed it. 

The angel’s silence at seeing his gift was eating Adam up inside. “Do you not like it?”

Michael looked back up at Adam, taken aback by the first man’s question. How could he possibly not like it? It was one of the most thoughtful gifts he had ever received in his existence. “Adam, I love it,” he answered as he proudly put the bracelet on his wrist. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever been gifted. Thank you, really,” he smiled wholeheartedly, his deep blue eyes glistening with sincere appreciation, the little golden stars under his eyes glowing faintly under the shadow of the forest foliage. 

“Really?,” asked Adam, still somewhat unsure. There was no way his little gift was the most beautiful thing someone as nice as Michael had ever received.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” Michael guaranteed.

Adam felt his heart swell at that.

[Things are getting sappy 😖]

Part 5

Part 7

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Aftermath || LN4 {5}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Lando tries to protect you from the world after going public but there’s only so much he can hide. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, bj, fluff, social media au elements, internet trolls WC: 2.5k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Epilogue

Lando shivered beneath your touch and his throat bobbed as he swallowed down whatever words he might have said before your lips parted and you took him in your mouth. 

A satisfied groan rumbled in his chest as his jaw fell slack and his eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy at depth he reached in your throat and he released a shuddering breath when you pressed your tongue flat against him. Your own sound of approval escaped as you pulled back and traced the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft before tasting the bead of precum that formed at his tip. 

God, you wanted more. 

But he had other ideas as his thumb brushed your cheek and caught the tear that had escaped while you fought your gag reflex. “C’mere,” he rasped huskily, pulling you onto his lap as he sat up. “I want you, Y/N.”

“You have me,” you promised as you straddled his hips and draped your arms around his neck.

He shook his head, droplets of water flicking from the ends of the strands. “I want to be yours too, together, you and me.” Your brows pinched together in confusion and he started to retreat, shifting you off him. “Forget I said anything, shit.” 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles so he couldn’t escape. “Lando, you're already mine and I'm already yours,” you stated as you pressed your forehead to his and brushed nose against his. “But if you want to make it official, will you be my boyfriend?”

His smile was mischievous and he shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before you poked him in the ribs and a laugh ruptured his chest. “Yes, yes. Ow,” he chuckled as he rubbed his ribs. “Of course I will.” 

The room spun as Lando wrapped an arm around your back, his large hand protecting your head as he swapped places and you found yourself looking up into his eyes, the golden flames of the candles reflecting in them. “Now that my confidence has been healed, it’s my turn.”

The water on the floor had cooled beneath you but it did nothing to stop the heat that flushed over your skin when he looked at you the way he did. His smile never wavered as he trailed sweet kisses down your body, the soft stubble on his chin leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You finally got your bubble bath as the sun through the last of the storm clouds in time for it to set over the city. 

Your body and your mind was more relaxed than it had been in over a year and you were still in a state of bliss from the multiple orgasms Lando had given you, first with his tongue and then when your bodies had finally united. The throb in your core was testament to the ache you knew you would feel in the morning but it was worth the nirvana you had found in his arms.

“Don’t move,” Lando ordered as he darted out of the bathroom, only to return quickly with his phone pointed your way. “Beautiful.”

You plucked his phone from his fingers with a smile after seeing the image he captured and placed it on the table beside the roses he had delivered. “Come join me.”

“If I do that we won’t make it to the surprise in time,” he said as he shook his head with a small smile and knelt down beside the bath instead, catching bubbles on his fingertips. “There’s actually something I wanted to talk about...”

You sat up straighter at the ominous tone and pulled your knees to your chest. “That doesn’t bode well.”

He tried to give you a reassuring smile but it didn’t reach his eyes and his fingers still idly popped the lavender scented bubbles. “I want you to come to Silverstone, with me.”

“I…Lando,” you sighed and dropped your chin to your knees. “I don’t think I can, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.”

He nodded sadly and you hated being the reason for that, but he didn’t push it any further which you were grateful for. You felt terrible as he left the room and you tried to convince yourself that maybe, just maybe, you could go to the race with him without it shattering you completely.

You were about to call out to him but he was already returning to his spot beside the bath and holding out a plate of food to share. You picked at a small serve of bruschetta but you couldn’t stomach actually eating it and eventually Lando took it back, placing the plate on the floor.

“Alright, talk to me,” he softly urged. 

“I can’t make any promises,” you started to say as you busied your fingers with the bubbles floating across the surface. “But I’ll try to come with you on Friday.” Already his face lit up like a child at Christmas and you took his hand to bring his focus back to you. “We’ll start with free practice but if it’s too much I’ll have to go.”

“Of course, love, thank you for even considering it.” He leaned over the bath, tipping your chin back so he could capture your lips with a slow kiss. “As much as I could watch you prune up all night, we should start getting ready.”

“I’m not a prune,” you argued until you looked at your fingers and clenched your fist shut as you saw the pads of your fingers all wrinkled.

He grabbed one of the only towels left dry after he had attempted mopping up the floor with the rest and held it open for you to step into before wrapping it tight around you. “Gotcha, all mine now,” he whispered darkly before peppering your face with kisses as you laughed and tried to wriggle free.

“Let me go, you weirdo!”

“Never!” He picked you up and carried you out of the room before he sat on the bed and fell back with you still wrapped in his arms. “I’m keeping you.”

“You’re keeping me from getting ready.” 

“Fiiiine,” he groaned dramatically before reluctantly releasing you. “First I have to let you go and then you go and put clothes on. So unfair.”

“You’re the one who planned to go out,” you pointed out with a smirk as you went to the closet and grabbed some matching lace underwear, a pair of jeans, a casual shirt before stealing a fresh hoodie from his side. “You’re going to run out of these at this rate.”

He propped himself up among the pillows and watched you laying the clothes out on the bed. “I think you underestimate my hoodie addiction, I have dozens more at home.”

He made no move to get his own clothes as he lay comfortably in just a pair of boxers. “Are you going to get dressed?”

“I’m just enjoying the view.” He seemed to remind himself of something as he held up a finger for you not to move before dashing into the bathroom and retrieving his phone. “Can I post a picture of you?”

You looked down at yourself, half naked with just the matching lace bra and panty set. “Not like this,” you gasped.

“No,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I was thinking of this one.”

You crawled onto the bed and saw he had darkened the photo in the bathroom and the foreground had been unfocused so the cityscape could be seen. It was hard to see who it even was in the picture unless you knew who it was you were looking for in the features and overall it was a pretty scene with the roses and bubble bath.

“Are you soft launching us?” you smirked.

“Is that a yes?” he shot back as he opened Instagram with a daring eyebrow cocked up.

You grinned at him as you backed away to finish getting dressed. “Yes, Lando.”

“Can I look yet?” you asked as you placed your hands over Lando’s.

“Soon,” he promised as he guided you along the path. “Another step down.”

It felt like he had been leading you in a maze as you went down a few steps then turned and turned again before finding a few more steps. The only thing you noticed changing was the music that was growing louder.

“Are we going to a gig?”

“Patience, love.” The metal groan of a door creaked before the orchestral music swelled and his hands slipped down to your waist to guide you inside the building before the door closed behind you. “Open your eyes.”

Laser lights danced across the walls as you stepped inside the industrial style building and saw dozens of statues lined up around the walls. Suddenly the music shifted and the statues came to life, sending you jumping back into Lando’s arms as he chuckled in your ear. 

This was the living art show you had wanted to see in Monaco a year ago but you hadn’t been able to go. You had tried to bring yourself to leave the house but the ticket was a double pass and there hadn’t been anyone else you wanted to take at that point.

“How did you know?” you asked as the artwork unfolded before your eyes. 

“René,” Lando answered softly, watching you watch them. 

It was mesmerising with the lights and the music amplifying the experience but it was the way the Lando looked at you that was the most enthralling part of it all. With his hands on your waist it was only natural to drape your arms over his shoulder and the music did the rest as you began to sway together in the surreal moment. You should have been paying attention to the art but he held you captivated until the music grew quiet and the statues returned to their pedestals.

“This is just the beginning, baby,” he said as he stepped back and the lights switched from dancing lasers to dozens of neon arrows leading you to the next exhibition. “Ready to experience it all?”

The words went deeper than just this moment and you laced your fingers with his, taking a step towards the archway that had opened and the red glow beyond with a nod. “I’m ready.”

You thought the night couldn’t get any better when you left the art show with a dozen amazing pictures and the memories to last a lifetime. But since the weather had cleared up you decided to keep the night going with a walk back to the hotel and passed a carnival set up in Potters Fields Park. Your face lit up at the lights and sounds so Lando had quickly crossed the road to buy two entrance tickets with a promise to win the biggest stuffed animal there was.

“You paid the guy off last time, remember?” you reminded him.

Every time there was a carnival anywhere near the races you would talk René into taking you and he almost always brought Lando too, which often came with Max in tow. The three of them would turn every game into a competition from the ring toss to the balloon darts and your ribs would ache from all the laughter.

“Can’t say I recall that,” he lied terribly. “But it sounds like a genius plan to me.”

It was nearly midnight when you finally made it back to the hotel with a teddy that was almost the same size as you slung proudly over Lando’s shoulders. He had not stopped grinning since he won it in your name and promised he would buy a plane ticket for it if it was too large to fit in the suitcases.

A smile had become a permanent fixture on your face and your cheeks were starting to ache from overuse as you collapsed onto the bed and kicked your shoes off. “Thank you, Lan,” you said, turning to him as he lay down on his side and pulled you closer. “I had fun tonight.”

“Me too, Y/N.” You snuggled into his embrace as he kissed your temple and pulled his phone out to check the messages and emails he had received but his body stiffened at what he saw. He couldn’t turn the screen away fast enough and your breath left your lungs in a rush as you read the comment under the picture he had uploaded.

'Ick, his teammate, really?' 'Bet they were banging before his body was even cold, or behind his back.' 'She’s using Lando to get back in the paddock.' 'Lando could have anyone but he goes for another driver’s sloppy seconds.'

“Forget about them, love. They don’t know what they are talking about,” he stated with conviction as he tipped your head back to see the tears forming in your eyes. “You knew René better than anyone else, you know he would’ve hated seeing you unhappy. All he ever wanted was for you to be happy, and loved.”

He wiped away the stray tear that escaped before determination set on his face and he opened Instagram once again, only this time he was creating a new post with a photo that one of the dancers at the art show had taken in the neon exhibit. 

“What are you doing?” you asked as your stomach sank at the thought of putting another post at the mercy of those cruel people.

“Calling them out,” Lando growled angrily, before his voice softened and he cupped your jaw so you couldn’t pull away. “No one makes my girl cry and thinks that it is okay. You hear me? It’s not okay.”

You couldn’t watch as he posted the new picture with a heartfelt message.

You thought that would be the end but then he went through every hurtful comment on the earlier post and reported the users for abuse. If there was one thing Lando took seriously it was mental health and he knew he couldn’t leave those comments for you to see - even if it hurt to read through them all. 

The saving grace was the supportive comments that far outweighed the negative ones. Those were the ones he lingered on when his heart grew heavy and he felt like throwing his phone from the 50th floor. 

“Lando?” you asked sleepily as your eyes fluttered shut and your lashes kissed your cheeks. “Put the phone away.”

“Soon, love, I’m almost done.”

You forced your tired eyes open and took the phone from his hand, locking the screen before leaning over him to place it on the bedside table. You looked down at him as the city lights left a faint glow in the room enough to make out his handsome features. “There will be more, there always is.” You traced the shape of his jaw with your thumb as you dipped your head to his to kiss him softly. “Nothing can hurt more than what I have already endured, so please don’t waste your time on those people. You can’t protect me from everything.”

His arm curled around your waist before he flipped you on your back, his lips hovering over yours with a promise. “I can try.”

Click here for part six.

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demon shinobu!!! my designs might change whenever so this isnt set in stone though

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Geno

as requested

Geno (ft Blue :3)

geno by loverofpiggies/CrayonQueen

blue by popcornpr1nce

u really wanted geno 😭 dw I really wanted to draw him :3

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Swapped (part 2)

Incredibles au power swap pt. 2! Checking in on some of the other boys, who are... struggling lol.

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Hyrule woke up feeling cold.

A shiver went through him as he slowly came back to awareness, the cold feeling sinking into his very bones, and he wondered why whatever he was lying on was so hard and uncomfortable.

Why did his chest hurt? Why was he so cold? He hadn’t woken up like this since...

Since...

Panic smacked into him, and Hyrule‘s eyes flew open, his heart thudding as he looked around. He took in the unfamiliar walls around him, piles of rubble and dirt, and right as his heart began to pound with fear, he saw Time waking up, a hand held to his chest.

Hyrule sighed in relief, and carefully sat up himself, immediately feeling better. If dad was here, he wasn’t back on the streets, or... worse.

But... that didn’t really answer the question of where he actually was.

Before Hyrule could try and figure it out though, someone let out a panicked gasp. Hyrule jumped and turned around, and saw Wild sitting on the ground a few feet away, looking on the verge of hysterical.

“I’m— I’m slow,” Wild choked out, and Hyrule blinked in confusion as he watched Twilight stumble to his feet beside him, a hand held to his head.

“Wild, it’s all right,” Twilight said, taking a step, then yelped as he somehow went running across the room and straight into a wall. “Ow!”

“You took my speed!” Wild wailed, and Hyrule stared, watching as Twilight tried to get to his feet, but fell over again when his legs went too fast for him. He did a quick glance around the hallway, not seeing anyone else apart from his two brothers and dad. If he had to guess, the rest of his family was probably blocked off by the wall that had collapsed.

...Which had collapsed because of a weird explosion that had also knocked them all out. Right. Now he remembered.

Time properly sat up and looked at Wild and Twilight, his face creased with concern... and a little pain, Hyrule thought. Wild stopped yelling when he saw their dad move, but he still looked panicked, and it seemed like Twilight was afraid to move, his expression confused and fearful.

“Boys what is going on?” Time asked, and Twilight wrapped his arms around himself.

“I don’t know, I woke up and couldn’t hear barely anything and then Wild started yelling and somehow I have his speed and I can’t turn into a wolf,” he said rapidly, clutching at his hair.

“And now I don’t have anything!” Wild added, looking on the verge of tears.

Hyrule blinked, and an even colder feeling ran through him as he digested that. It looked like the explosion had done more than just collapse the wall and knock them out... it had also messed up Wild and Twilight’s powers.

...were they the only ones?

Hyrule quickly drew on his own powers, just to reassure himself nothing was wrong with them. He tried healing first, summoning a blue glow to his hands, but then the icy feeling that had been with him even since he’d woken up suddenly intensified, and Hyrule‘s stomach lurched.

The blue glow was the wrong color.

He tried again, more frantically, but the blue continued to be the wrong color, cold instead of the usual warm, and ice began to spread out from where Hyrule sat, only increasing his panic. Trying to shield brought up no results either, and Hyrule drew desperately on the strange cold power he could feel inside of him, trying to make it heal, to make it shield, do anything it was supposed to be doing.

All he could produce was ice.

Hyrule gasped, trying to stay calm, but not succeeding in the slightest at keeping back the wave of panic that was crashing over him.

What was happening? Anything he tried just kept turning into ice, shielding didn’t work, healing didn’t work, his...

His powers were gone.

The one thing he’d been able to rely on his entire life.

Hyrule felt his breath pick up, his heart pounding as more ice spread out from him. He wouldn’t be able to shield people anymore, protect himself and others from danger, he couldn’t heal, he wouldn’t be able to do anything if he or anyone else got hurt, all he could make was ice and ice and ice—

“Hyrule,” a voice said, and Hyrule looked up and saw his father had joined his side, a worried look on his face.

“Dad— I can’t— I can’t get my shield up,” Hyrule managed to choke out, clutching at his hair. “And my healing, it’s not working, it’s just ice—”

“Hyrule calm down,” Time reassured, holding out a hand.

“Why— why is it doing this, I— wait, don’t touch me! I’ll freeze you!” Hyrule choked as his father kneeled beside him, and Time ignored his words, taking his hands in his own.

They felt... warm.

“Hyrule, I’ve dealt with Warriors’ powers more times than I can count, you won’t freeze me. Calm down,” Time continued, and Hyrule’s brain stuck for a second on the phrasing. Warriors’ powers? “Focus on reining them in. It should be like your own powers, just a little different. Relax.”

Hyrule sucked in a deep breath, thinking slowly through Time’s words and trying to do what he said. He carefully pulled on the strange powers he had, trying to make the cold ease back and stop escaping from him like a leaky faucet, and the ice began to slow in its spread.

Encouraged by the results, he focused a littler harder, and the ice stalled as he took in more deep breaths, finally tamping his panic down to something more manageable. The ice had stopped, and he felt a little less cold as his hands stopped glowing.

The lack of warmth in his middle from both his powers was still terrifying, but Hyrule thought he could... work with it now.

...Maybe.

Hyrule let out one last shaky exhale, and Time squeezed his shoulder, Hyrule leaning into it and feeling much calmer.

“...thanks Dad,” he sighed, and Time nodded.

He stayed next to him for another few moments, letting him continue to calm down, but then Twilight yelped again, and Time drew back with a sigh. He pulled his hand off of Hyrule’s shoulder, but as he drew back, Hyrule let out a startled squeak.

Everything below his father’s elbow was missing.

Time jumped, a truly shocked look on his face, but before he could do anything, his fingers flickered back into view like they’d never been gone at all.

Hyrule and Time both stared at them, and Hyrule watched as Time’s arm abruptly faded out of view again, appearing and disappearing at random.

“You... have Legend’s invisibility?” he said hesitantly, beginning to get an idea of what might be going on, and his father slowly nodded, staring intensely at his hand. Whatever he was trying to do didn’t seem to work though, and he sighed, standing up and helping Hyrule stand as well.

“It looks like it. And you have Warriors’ ice, and Twilight has Wild’s speed,” Time said, and winced as Twilight tripped and landed on his face. “Twilight?”

“Fine,” his son called back weakly, and Time led Hyrule over to where Wild was still sitting in a mild panic.

He patted the both of them on the shoulder, looking into their eyes for a moment, then walked over to Twilight. Wild looked nearly as shaken as Hyrule felt, if not more, but he merely leaned against Hyrule’s arm, Hyrule leaning on him in return.

Looking at how unsettled Wild appeared, Hyrule wasn’t sure if he’d prefer having the ice he currently had, or the nothing Wild seemed to posses.

“Come on Twilight, you can stand,” Time said as he walked away, and Hyrule and Wild both watched him. Twilight was sitting up, but he still looked afraid to move, his face anxious. “You can do it.”

“I’ll just trip again! Why am I so fast all of a sudden? I don’t want Wild’s speed, I can barely hear anything like this or smell anything and I can’t turn into a wolf!” he said rapidly, and Time slowly helped him up.

“I believe our enemy decided to test something on us,” Time said, and Hyrule thought back to what the voice on the intercom had said. That would explain the test subject thing. “And if I'm right... somehow he switched around our powers.”

“But that’s not possible,” Wild spoke up as Time carefully guided Twilight over to them, “you can’t just... switch powers! That’d be like me and Hyrule randomly switching heads!”

“Well somehow he’s done it,” Twilight grimaced.

“And we’ll probably have to stop him to get our proper powers back,” Time sighed, watching as his fingers disappeared from view again.

Hyrule looked around at his family, more then half of them missing from the room, Twilight pale with anxiety, Wild still unhappy about being slow, random bits of their father occasionally disappearing from view.

This... just got a lot more complicated.

Wild looked at Time’s arms, watching as they randomly faded in and out of view, and a grin suddenly stretched across his face, wide and mischievous.

“Dad, did you get both of Legend’s powers?” he asked, and Hyrule and Twilight both turned to look at him as well, Hyrule unable to stop his smile as he realized what he meant.

“I have no idea. And even if I did, I’m not testing it right now,” he said dryly, and Wild and Hyrule both made disappointed noises. “Sorry boys. We need to focus on fixing this mess.”

“Have you tried to contact anyone yet?” Twilight asked, and Time shook his head, pulling out his communication device.

“That’s what I was on to next. I think it’s safe to say everyone’s powers got messed up, so it’s unlikely Artemis is going to come find us.”

“Unless whoever got her powers does,” Wild pointed out, and Twilight shook his head.

“I doubt it. We can barely control the ones we got. I mean, if I’d gotten intangibility, I don’t think I would want to test it by trying to walk through a collapsed wall.”

Hyrule winced. That was a good point. It probably wouldn’t end well if whoever got Artemis’s powers couldn’t use them very well, and accidentally came back in the middle of the wall.

Time busied himself with trying to get his radio working, and Twilight did his best to help him, his leg jittering so rapidly it blurred a bit. Hyrule looked back at Wild, his brother looking miserable, then ignored the urge to shiver as he drew his knees up to his chest.

Why did Warriors’ powers have to be so cold? He thought his uncle had said that the cold didn’t even bother him, why was Hyrule so freezing?

Why couldn't they just be straight-forward like mine?

Hyrule sighed and glanced back at Wild again, frowning when he saw his expression had dimmed even further while he watched Twilight’s leg jitter rapidly in place.

“Are you alright Wild?” Hyrule asked, and Wild shrugged, making the face he made when he was trying to appear unbothered.

“Yeah. I’m fine. You’re... kinda pale though,” he said, looking over Hyrule. "You okay?"

Hyrule shrugged, trying not to look as shaken as he still felt. He knew Wild probably just wanted to help, but he was pretty sure if he thought about his switched-up-also-missing powers too long he’d cry.

Wild somehow read his expression though, and after a moments hesitation, put his arm around Hyrule’s shoulder, giving him a little squeeze.

“It’ll be okay,” Wild said. “We’ll figure it out, Roolie.”

And for some reason Hyrule believed him, the words like a warm blanket on his still-shaky nerves. He near-immediately relaxed, and Wild looked at him in surprise as he leaned on him more, before realization flirted across his face.

“Oh. I got Mom’s,” he said, and Hyrule looked at him weirdly.

“Huh?”

“I got Mom’s powers. You know, she has her whole horse-soothing voice she uses, it’s really good at calming down horses and other animals. I... guess it also works on people?” Wild said hesitantly. “At least I think that’s what that was.”

Hyrule blinked, not sure how he felt about that. But for some reason the thought didn’t seem too worrying, so he shrugged, and set his head on Wild’s shoulder. He was nice and warm, and helped chase away some of the chill.

“Guess so. We’ll have to find a horse so you can test it,” Hyrule murmured, and Wild let out a quiet laugh.

A sigh caught their attentions, and the two looked over at Time and Twilight, both of their face grim.

“No luck,” Time said as he put his radio away with a frown. “It's being blocked. Looks like we’re on our own for now.”

“We should try and find the others then, right?” Twilight asked. “Because not to underestimate us right now, but uh... I don’t know if we can take on this scientist guy in the state we’re in.”

“I could,” Wild said with a bite to his voice. “I’m going to punch that jerk right in the mouth for taking my speed.”

“We were all headed for the top floor when we were ambushed, we’ll continue heading that way,” Time decided, rolling his shoulder. “The others will doubtlessly be working their way that direction as well, so we’ll try to meet up with them on the way. Are you all good to go?” he asked, looking at Twilight and Hyrule especially.

Hyrule nodded, and Twilight glared at his feet, then sighed.

“Yeah. I can walk.”

“Good. Let’s get going then,” Time said with a nod.

And as he took a step forward, he was suddenly doused in shadows.

Everyone jumped, and Hyrule stared as the shadows grew smaller, condensing most intensely by the floor. He had a brief moment of panic before he recognized what the shadows meant, and he froze, exchanging quick glances with his siblings.

The shadows faded away mere moments later, and a small, one-eyed rabbit was left sitting dazedly on the ground.

Hyrule, Wild, and Twilight stared.

Then Wild fell to the floor laughing, and Hyrule bit his lip to stop his own from escaping, the rabbit that was now their father twitching his nose in alarm. He shouldn’t laugh, he really shouldn’t, but Time was so small, and fluffy, and seeing his father as a rabbit of all things was just...

Hyrule couldn’t help his giggle, and Twilight knelt beside Time, their father swiveling his ears in his direction and giving him a wide-eyed look.

“Are you, um, okay Dad?” Twilight asked, his mouth twitching, and Time blinked once or twice, before letting out a rather squeaky sigh.

“I’m fine. Come on, the sooner we fix this the better,” he grumbled, voice slightly squeaky, and began hopping in the direction they’d planned to go in.

Wild finally stopped laughing, though it was a close thing when he saw Time hopping determinedly across the floor. Twilight followed after their father, and Hyrule and Wild trailed behind, Wild still letting out an occasional giggle.

"I guess that answers the question of whether he has both of Legend's powers," he snickered, and Hyrule shook his head in disbelief. This day couldn't get any weirder.

Twilight lifted Time up to sit on his shoulder after only a minute or two of walking, their father's face surprisingly grim for a rabbit, and Hyrule glanced at them, anxiety still churning in his stomach.

He still felt a little shaky and unsure from the shock of his powers being gone, worried for the rest of their group, and Time being a mostly-defenseless rabbit only added another layer to that. But Wild seemed confident, and Twilight and Time were both putting on brave faces, so Hyrule decided he would be too.

They could do this. They’d stop the scientist guy, and make him fix this.

Screwed up powers or not.

And Hyrule kept telling himself that, even when Twilight lost control of his legs again and smacked into a wall mere moments later.

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 21: ~

Reunions Part 1:

Here it is. The moment you've been waiting for. So, I cried writing this chapter. These next few chapters are all happening at the same time but are told through different perspectives.

TW: Mention of parental death.

Who knew cleaning the chicken coops could take so long? Gibbo and Innes certainly didn't, but they had fun, despite how chaotic it got for them. Chickens don't like being held by strangers. Poor Gibbo nearly crushed their homes, trying to keep hold of them. Their panic caused him to panic, which caused Innes to panic. Eventually, they had over thirty chickens to deal with, but unlike the cows, they just lingered and didn't try and escape, thanks to the wired fencing. Just don't touch them, but keep them out of their coop.

The pair took turns. When Innes was cleaning and collecting any eggs, Gibbo made sure to distract them with chicken feed. Every twenty minutes, they'd swap. Soon, it was obvious, Innes was better at cleaning than Gibbo was. Scoop out the straw that could hold parasites such as fleas and bacteria. Scrub everything down with hot water. Finally, let everything air-dry after giving everything a final wipedown. Before they knew it, the pair were heading back to the house to give Roy and Muir the eggs for a salmonella test. It was pass 3pm.

'Well, that was fun.'

'Yeah, when you're not being attacked by Sunday Lunch.'

The pair shared a laugh. One of those laughs you make when you calm down from the stress and have a moment to reflect, and wonder why you got so stressed in the first-

'Knox?'

Gibbo's laugh stopped with time itself, and everything went cold. His heart froze. His smile quickly faded. Slowly, he followed the familiar voice until his widened eyes locked with Irene. His mother was here. Then he noticed Jackie. His son. His little boy. Usually, after seeing your loved ones after so long, you're supposed to he jumping for joy. For Knox Charles 'Charlie' Gibson, he was still. He was terrified. He rang for them to come, but now reality was staring him in the face.

He stared, and they stared back. He dropped the eggs from his tendrils. He didn't let them speak, and even if they did, his mind didn't register.

Gibbo turned and ran. He ran for the barn and practically lunged himself inside. Good thing Trots and Brodie weren't there, or they would have been crushed. Compared to the other infected, except Trots, he was slow, but that didn't stop him from trying to flee. When he was inside, Gibbo found refuge in the shadows on the second floor. The cats all dashed outside in a panic, and Gibbo literally curled himself into a ball, hiding his head inside the fleshy mass. He couldn't bring himself to move. Only rock himself to find some comfort. He was scared. Just like in the Water Tanks.

'Why? Why did you bring them? Fuckin' idiot. Look at yourself. How could they love someone like you? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Maybe, you should stay here and rot-'

'Knox?'

Again, the sweet voice of Irene brought Gibbo to a standstill. His mind stopped racing, but he wasn't calm. Quiet the opposite. His body couldn't curl in any further. The sound of footsteps approached the ladder. They began to climb. The Drill Operator was backed into a corner with nowhere to run. What will you do, Gibbo?

Irene approached the literal ball of flesh that was now her son. She may be an older woman who was losing her sight, but she saw the veins pulsing and dead organs trying to escape. The discoloured skin and the small centipede-like legs made from bone. A sorry sight, but she still approached.

'Knox?'

A small whimper replied.

Without hesitation, Irene put a hand on where she knew his head would be. Whenever Gibbo buried his head, flesh would cover it, leaving a sunken appearance. Her touch made him shiver.

'Can you come out, please?' There was no use hiding. He had to face reality.

Be brave, Gibbo. Not just for yourself, but for your ma and Jackie.

After a moment, Gibbo began to slowly uncurl himself. Irene stepped back and watched her son slowly appear. She held in a gasp. That same look from Fiona and Simon crossed her face. Gibbo struggled to look at her, but if Muir and Trots could do it, he could too.

'Hey, ma.' His voice was weak. Shy. But, he had to say something. 'It- I...' Gibbo sighed and slowly moved closer to Irene, who was frozen in place trying to take in what she was seeing through her round glasses. 'I'm sorry. I don't want you to see me like this.' His voice became frantic, and tears began to swell and fall down his cheeks. 'I want to come home, I really do, but I don't know if I can and-'

Irene placed a hand on her son's cheek. She wiped away his tears whilst he looked in surprise. She too began to cry for him, but she kept her signature small smile that could light up a room. It was a Gibson trait. Gibbo felt his breathing slow. He couldn't form a smile like his mum, but he was happy to see her. It showed in his eyes.

'My son. My boy. I've missed you so much.'

A tendril, after a moments hesitation, wrapped around her waist, but it was so loose, Irene didn't notice at first.

'...I missed you too. I'm sorry I ran.'

'Don't be.'

'I look horrible, don't I?'

'No. Not at all. You're still my son.' The tendril tightened, and Irene stepped closer and hugged what she could. An embrace Gibbo's wanted for days.

'I'm scared.'

'Aye. I know, and you have every right to be. But, you know what I think? I think you're very brave.' A pause. 'Jack wants to see you, too.'

Of course. Jack. Hearing his name sparked the courage Gibbo needed. He pulled away from Irene and looked her in the eye. With a deep yet shaky breath, he nodded. As the only male figure in his son's life, Gibbo needed to be brave, even if he was terrified.

Together, they made their way down to the ground floor. Jack, who had been leaning against a beam, saw his dad and grandmother approach. He walked towards his dad, who towered over him. It became a run. Before Gibbo could even say anything, Jack hugged him as tightly as he could. He wasn't afraid and didn't care what his dad looked like because he was just happy to see him after nearly six months.

Gibbo was shocked, but that quickly turned to relief. Jack wasn't scared of him. He worried himself over nothing, and it wasn't just because of his infection. Being away for so long, would Jack have stopped loving him? The answer was loud and clear.

Manoeuvring his body to be lower for his family, Gibbo looked at his son and began to ruffle his hair. Something they always did when he got home. Jack responded with the usual; 'Daaaaaad,' whine that he didn't mean, which was accompanied with a laugh they both shared.

'Have you gotten taller?'

'Yep. An entire 5 centimetres.'

'You'll be taller than me in no time,' Gibbo laughed.

With every tendril his body could create at once, Gibbo wrapped them around his family and pulled them close. The amount made his body look frail and small. The bones pushing against his skin and the smaller masses of flesh exposed the pockets of fat whilst making the veins pop even more. But no one cared. Gibbo glanced at the tendril that still held his locket. He felt her presence. Elanor was here.

She approached, dressed in the white maxi-dress from his dream, with her hair flowing. There was a glow to her complexion. Of course, this was all in his mind, and he knew that. This was their goodbye.

Elanor held his face in her hands. She kissed him on the forehead, allowing Gibbo to sigh and close his eyes. He wanted the moment to last forever.

Back in the Water Tanks, when the fog was lifted, Gibbo's mind was flooded with the memories of himself and Elanor. It was happening again. From when they met to their first date and Christmas together, to when she announced her pregnancy. They spent weeks designing the nursery. This time, it didn't end with her passing as Gibbo held Jack, who wasn't even an hour old, in his arms. In his mind, Elanor turned and walked away with a smile. Her radiant glow consumed her body like a star.

'...I love you...'

Then he opened his eyes, and she was gone. His grip on the locket tightened, and he slowly broke the hug, retracting all but one of the tendrils and making his body go back into original shape. It was an odd feeling, but somehow, it felt normal. Quickly, to help himself focus, Gibbo turned the attention to Jack. A playful smile crossed his face.

'Ah, I thought I heard something...' The remaining tendril had sneakily moved into Jack's pocket and pulled out the bag of marbles, holding them above his head, just out of reach.

'Hey!' Jack jumped but kept missing as Gibbo swung the bag around.

'Quiet the collection, Jackie.'

'Impressive, eh? Do you wanna play with me, dad?'

'You'll have to remind me how the game works.'

'Well, first off, we're gonna need a wide space.'

Roy watched from the barn door with a smile on his face. Then he heard two young voices calling his name...

[gnabnahcsgf]

"Tease" | High school AU

Pairing : Bada Lee x fem!reader

c/w : smuff, fingering, bottom Bada 🤭

a/n : (I love sub Bada sm bro)

You and Bada were sitting in English class, sitting next to each other and silently doing your work. You sat in the right side of her, and you kept seeing her glance over at you and quickly turn away. That was something you loved, seeing how you affected her, even when you both were in school.

You both had a couple more minutes to finish up on your test, but you had finished early. You decided to tease her a little, and your left hand gently came up to Bada's thigh, resting your hand there and stroking it softly. Her face immediately flushed red and she tried to hide it from everybody else. You inched your hand up a little higher, hearing her breathing gain a bit of lace.

"Alright everybody, times up! Swap papers with your partners so we can mark the test please." The teacher said, you and Bada passed your papers to each other to mark it.

After 10 minutes, you had finished. Bada managed to hey full marks on her test, and well.. You got a couple wrong. But you still did well, right? Yea right. As you were packing up your things to head to the cafeteria for lunch, you leaned over to her.

"Good girl." You whispered in Bada's ear. Her shocked expression was priceless as she heard you, and she quietly coughed before packing up her things.

Throughout lunchtime, you and Bada's hands were intertwined underneath the table as you chatted with your friends. Occasionally, you would see Bada look in your direction and smile before she continued talking. Luckily, your friends didn't notice, but well.. It took everything not to do anything inappropriate in those moments..

You teased her all throughout your last lesson, and you both walked back to her house together after school. You held hands as you walked down the path, but she was unusually quiet and barely spoke the entire time. You both went inside her house, and up to her bedroom. Suddenly, you got thrown onto the bed and pounced on by Bada, looking desperate for your touch.

"You have been teasing me all day." She spoke into your ear, unbuttoning your shirt and throwing it onto the floor. She pulled your skirt and tights down, leaving you in just your bra and underwear. You flipped the both of you together, climbing on top of her and undressing her like she did to you.

"Hm, but I bet you liked it, didn't you?" You asked. Bada fell silent, laying below you and staring up at you with her eyes. You unclipped her bra and threw it in the cupboard, and oh boy did your eyes fell onto her perfect body. You could see her cheeks flush red immediately.

"Cat got your tongue?" You teased her, trailing kisses down her neck and gently rubbing her nipples with your fingers. A soft sigh escaped her mouth as you pressed a bit harder, her sensitive body shivering underneath you. Your kisses along her body continued, all the way down to the waistline of her underwear.

"Please.." Bada whimpered as you started to play with the fabric, before you dragged it off her body and she eagerly spread her legs for you. Her body was so perfect, even if she didn't believe it, you knew it was.

You spread her folds, trailing circles around her clit before rubbing over it gently. Quiet moans left her mouth and you smiled, loving when you got to hear the effect your touch had on her body. With your other hand, you prepared two fingers at her entrance, and you looked up at her as if to ask for her permission. Bada slowly nodded and oh god did you stuck your fingers inside of her, pumping them slowly before gaining pace.

Her hands grabbed onto the bedsheets, and she squeezed her eyes shut as you kept going faster and faster. Bada was extremely sensitive, meaning you knew that it wouldn't take very long until she came.

Sure enough, her body started to violently shake and she finished around yogurt fingers. You kept moving inside of her, and a large amount of moans left her lips. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, and her legs started to shake again. You could feel her clenching around your fingers, so you used your free hand to continue rubbing her clit. She whimpered and moaned in pleasure, and you knew it wouldn't take long until she fell over the edge again.

And she did, although this time it was a bit different. You felt something erupt out of her as she reached the edge and you pulled out of her when she had finished. Seeing that she had squirted all over your fingers, you crawled up to her and pulled her into a warm hug.

"I didn't know I could do that." Bada whispered. You kissed her head, running your hands up and down her body to try and calm her down a bit.

"You did amazing sweetheart. Come on, follow me." You held her hand and led her into the bathroom, where you ran her a bubble bath to relax her. You helped her inside, resting her body on yours as she relaxed herself in the water.

When the water ran cold, you helped Bada out of the bath and dried her off, wrapping her in a fluffy towen before changing her into some cozy pajamas.

After you had cleaned up your bed, you held her in your arms, with the lights turned off and the curtains closed. She laid they're peacefully, before dozing off in your arms.

"I love you so much, my sweet girl." You said, your voice above a whisper.

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I hope you enjoyed this fanfic ehe, if you have any more requests or questions, feel free to ask 🫶

[randomreader92]

Alastor's Tale: Swap AU Part 5:

Charlie: So… what was Al like as a child?

Asgore: Oh, they were adorable! *brings out the family album* I have pictures if you’d like to see?

Charlie: *squees* Really?

Lucifer/Angel: *scrambling to the couch, eager for dirt on the Radio Demon* Let me see!

Asgore: *flips the album open* They were very shy after they first fell, as you can see, in the first few pictures their face is hidden-

*meanwhile*

Alastor: *is enjoying teatime with Rosie before suddenly shivering*

Rosie: Are you alright, dearie?

Alastor: *overtaken by an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment and dread* Something terrible is happening…

*later*

Asgore: *at this point literally everyone in the Hotel was gathered around him* …they had knitted a Father’s Day sweater for me, no small feat considering my size. It even had “Mr Dad Guy” on it! I am not ashamed to admit that I bawled like a baby.

Lucifer: *staring slackjawed at the photo of human child Alastor, blushing as he struggles to hold up a pink sweater that was, at least, six times his size*

Charlie: *cooing* Aww, they must've worked so hard on that! They must've wanted to give you something special!

Angel: *genuinely invested at this point* Hey, do ya think Smiles does commissions? Fat Nuggets could use a new sweater!

Lucifer: *in awe* He was so cute back then... what the fuck happened?!

Inspired by @crookedfood23bog's Alastor's Tale: link

[paradoxoftrees]

turns out the entity is just your sins